from the wailing howl of a horn fashioned out of a leviathan,
it's bellow gone unheard from those above,
an enveloping curtain sweeps forward
concealing what lurks within.

up the mellow slopes of hills, across empty fields
in the wee hours of the morning,
sorcerous mist passes unnoticed behind a sodden glass window
while you, the provider and protector of your family,
sleep under a thick curtain of unrealized dreams.

you find yourself unable to warn the others by shouting:
"help! the naga are coming!"
for by the time you are roused from your sleep it is too late:
the naga are already here.

Robert William Shmigelsky , a residential care aide, is unapologetic in his pursuit of excellent high fantasy. Robert has been writing fantasy for himself in his spare time for the last seven years, but has only recently begun writing for others. Besides reading and writing, some of his hobbies include computers and medieval and ancient history. He has a dry sense of humor, which he blames his stepfather for. Also, he has a habit of making history jokes no one but he understands. Robert is currently sifting through the first of three novels and has a poetry collection entitled "Fragments Through Time" coming out through Diminuendo Press.

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